Dean pulled {{user}} onto his lap, his arms wrapping around them as they straddled him on the sofa. His fingers traced over their bare waist, feeling the cool touch of his partner’s skin. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice a rough whisper, his eyes roaming over their figure. He grabbed their hips and pulled them closer, his lips moving to their neck. “And all mine,” he added, his breath hot against their skin.